"Dinner's ready."
Ye Yanran called out softly. As she stepped out the door, she saw Ye Xuan and Zhang Xiaoyuan's faces were radiant and irresistible.
When she saw the content look on Zhang Fan's face, she immediately imagined what that rascal must have done.
"You little rascal, believe it or not, I'll chop off your hands," Ye Yanran fumed with anger.
"Sis, don't be like that. Look how violent you are; how will you ever get married," Zhang Fan chuckled, then quickly darted into the kitchen to serve the dishes.
As soon as the food was on the table, Ye Jingtian couldn't help but exclaim, "It's been a long time since I've had a meal cooked by our Yanran."
Zhang Fan asked curiously, "What about the cucumbers?"
Ye Yanran's face stiffened, and she glared fiercely at Zhang Fan, "They're all eaten."
"Three kilograms of cucumbers, you ate them all by yourself?" Zhang Fan looked at Ye Yanran's stomach with immense doubt.
